Hank Bought A BusSometimes the best plan is to not have one…

I’ve just woken up from my second night on the bus, a stone’s throw from Devil’s Tower, and I feel like it has finally been christened (as our first overnight stop involved an interstate rest station and only a few hours of sleep, I would argue this was our first night really utilizing the space)….

In what is becoming something of a pattern, last night we experienced another stunning sunset arrival into an extremely photogenic national park. Truth be told, it was more of a dusk arrival, a bit later than we had hoped or anticipated, but stunning nonetheless. We would have arrived earlier, but are still learning to deal…

When you show up at Yellowstone without plans, you run the risk of waking up in the morning, wandering aimlessly out of your bus, and having breakfast with the friendly Mormons cooking bacon and french toast on the next site over. These genial Latter Day Saints struck up conversation first with Justin, as he headed…

I would first like to apologize to all of the campers of Bridge Bay, Loop 3. I did not mean to do that. When you’re traveling in a school bus, not only does your awkward size attract strange looks (and a couple of cheers), it also limits your ability to travel and find parking. We…

When I laid out the route and dates for our journey, I originally planned for us to skip from Yellowstone straight through to Seattle. What a mistake. Yesterday afternoon the two of us arrived in Bozeman to pick up my brother Vince who had flown in from the Midwest, and to visit Justin’s friend Ryan. After not-so-patiently…

I’ve been looking forward to visiting my friends in Seattle since they moved there last year. I went to undergrad with Abby and Xander, and was friends with them independently before they started dating a few years ago. Last year they were living in Boston, because Xander is doing his Masters of Architecture at Harvard….

The first time I visited Portland I knew I should never live there, but I really wanted to. In Portland, I would have become complacent. There was no machine to rage against. I would have grown a shitty mustache, joined a moped gang, and retired at 25. It would have been awesome.  Returning to Portland…

After we finally pulled away from Portland, short just one skylight, we started our way down one of the most scenic drives in the country. But, as Murphy would have it, as soon as we lost our skylight, we experienced the first rain of our trip. In Portland, most rain is a light drizzle. In…

A brief vignette of Hank riding the bus along the Pacific Coast towards San Francisco. New updates on the horizon.